I recognise I'm in love nearly every moment, of every day.
When I'm in pain from holding him, but then he gives me a drooly grin.
When I have yet another sleep deprived night and my soul aches for bed, but then he looks up at me in awe and curiosity.
When he cries for my attention, and as soon I pick him up he stills, he softens, he is calm.
There are so many difficult moments of the day with a baby, moments that make you question if what you're doing is right, if what you're doing is enough...
But when all they want is you, and you are the only thing that makes them happy...
Well I must be doing something right.
Because every day baby boy tells me that he and I are one, and as exhausting as that sometimes is, I find myself in these tiring and sore moments, rocking him in my arms, kissing his head and nuzzling against his neck, while a voice whispers to me in the background "this won't last forever."
And so the recognition of love isn't so much punctuated throughout the day, rather it's a background constant, the air that is always there, the ground that keeps us humble, the light that keeps us moving on and on and on. 💖
No comments:
Post a Comment